Creed: I believe the word and name Creed has been hidden in my heart for many years. First as a young Christian, married at the age of 18 and in my early 20’s, the song, Creed, after the Apostle’s Creed, by Rich Mullins became a favorite and still is. In 2014 Hillsong released another version, This I Believe, The Creed, again another favorite. Hearing the truths of the faith proclaimed and sung encourages and blesses – worshipful, and proclaiming the Biblical truths of Christianity. Secondly, in the gospel of Mark, 9:24, the dead boy’s father speaks to Jesus – “I believe; help my unbelief!” So often on my faith journey, I’ve spoken these same words to the Lord… “I believe Lord; but help my unbelief!” The the meaning of the name Creed is “belief; guiding principle; I believe” And lastly, about three years ago I read of a blogging friend naming her son Creed, and instantly put the name at the top of my baby boy name list. When we discovered this pregnancy was our eighth boy, I shared this name idea with the family, and did not receive strong support / feedback. I prayed that the Lord would take away the strong desire away and have me settle on a new name, or change the family. We gathered names: Titus, Asher, Jared, Boaz, Elias, Abram, Ezra, Canaan, Elias and Uriah. Sometime in March, Irv mentioned that Creed was growing on him, and would be a good choice… yay!
Meaning: “belief; guiding principle; I believe”
Origin: Latin credo, “I believe”, from credere ‘to believe’.
Old English creda “article or statement of Christian belief
Creed reached its top rank of #987 in the U.S. in the 1880s, and is currently at #1357. (Top 2000 Names, 2015)
1880-1910 last recorded in top 1000, highest in 1884 #713
Honor: I would have loved to choose two middle names, but that’s not our tradition, and we felt should stick to it. In the runnings were Asher, Jared, Berean, Courage, Truth, Warrior, Zeal and Honor. I loved Honor, Asher (8th son of Jacob), and Jared (my awesome brother) – all for different reasons. Honor is something I have purposed to teach and raise my sons to be, men or honor. I read an excellent parenting book on honor, many years ago, and made a teaching sheet to keep in my “Mama Time” flip charts for school. Honor: Treating People as special; Doing more that what’s expected; and Having a good attitude. Also, when discussing middle names with Hunter last month, he commented, “Mom, I’d love to have a middle name like Honor, I’d want to live up to it.” I hope and pray Creed will live to be a man of honor, love and honor God and glorify Him with his life.
- My definition- Honor: 1. Treating People as special; 2. Doing more that what’s expected; and 3. Having a good attitude
- high respect; esteem.
- To honour a promise or agreement is to do what you said you would
- a privilege.
- fulfill (an obligation) or keep (an agreement).
- respect that is given to someone who is admired
- good reputation : good quality or character as judged by other people
- high moral standards of behavior
- chastity, purity, fought fiercely for her honor and her life
- a keen sense of ethical conduct : integrity “a man of honor”
- Synonyms 1. probity, uprightness. Honor, honesty, integrity, sincerity refer to the highest moral principles and the absence of deceit or fraud. Honor denotes a fine sense of, and a strict conformity to, what is considered morally right or due: a high sense of honor; on one’s honor. Honesty denotes the presence of probity and particularly the absence of deceit or fraud,
The gift of Salisbaby#9, astounds my heart. 10 years ago, I buried Tucker White Salisbury just before his third birthday. Traumatic and awful. That spring 2006, I vividly recall walking down Watson Hulburt Road, one early morning, headed down the hill before the Otto’s driveway – raising my hands in worship and strolling along in conversation with the Lord. I don’t remember what I was praying about – but I clearly remember the Holy Spirit filling my heart with the words – “I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten,” (Joel 2:25). I didn’t have an expectation, nor did I have any idea what such words meant, but I knew God was telling me He was taking care of everything. And today, this I do know: the Lord has been so greatly faithful to me. Great Is His Faithfulness, and I can’t help but praise Him for this miraculous birth of Creed Honor, my eighth son and ninth baby, and know it is Him again restoring unto me that which was stolen, and for this grace, I don’t deserve.
I had a hopeful saying in my 20s, “four kids by 30.” I was excited to discover around my 29th birthday that I was expecting baby #4! With boys ages 5 1/2, 4, and 2 1/2, our home was busy. And with my belly growing daily, it appeared my hopeful saying was to come to fruition.
February 8th 2006, stands as the “baddest day” of my life. My precious 2 years-9 months old son, Tucker, was found dead in his crib, by his Daddy. No amount of CPR or screaming out to God would change it. He was gone from us. Our world crashed. Five months passed and much investigations, to receive a death certificate: seizure disorder & bronchial pneumonia. Too many details to share – tuckersalisbury.com.
For a decade, we’ve journeyed with God through a darkest valley, more trials, and are changed and now living our new normal.
Recently I turned 39. Around this birthday celebration I discovered I was expecting Salisbaby#9. I’m long humbled past declarations of “blank blank by 40″, and was grateful for whatever the Lord had planned for this year. (We’ve experienced approximately 19 miscarriages but have chosen to count those birthed.)
As this February 8th, 2016 drew near, snuggling my now 2 year- 9 months old sweet son, Zion Valor, spread over this ever growing pregnant belly, I was overwhelmed by strong emotions of being in a similar place as 10 years ago…
Pregnant, blessed, and rocking a sweet 2 years-9 months old little boy in my arms… On the cusp of turning another decade older.
This day came and went – February 8th, 2016. My schedule was full – meetings, schooling, errands, quick jaunt to cemetery, home to make dinner, babysitting for a friend while my Biggies & Dad were out for evening activities, and finally bed at 10:30 for all. Long day. I sunk into bed, no bedtime routine for me, same clothes and no charging my precious cell phone.
In hindsight, it was too long and busy of a day.
10 years have taught me much about grief.
It happens. Whether we want it to or not. It’s not predictable or to be controlled. If you don’t purposefully make time for it, it will come.
I released emotion a couple days prior, when I received a text from a dear friend with a photo of Tuck’s Pooh Bear on his gravestone. It was refreshing to remember and to feel. Numbness has a way of becoming normal in grief. I prayed and reflected, it was good.
Yesterday, Tucker’s 10 year anniversary of his Move to Heaven Day, a few countable tears, while I shared with an acquaintance a brief overview of Tuck’s story. I wrapped up the brief emotion, concluded the meeting, and headed home to a full schedule. I answered many questions from the children about Tucker, what happened, and about Heaven. Ving and Hunter, the boys-now-men that lived through it didn’t say much. The younger five only know what they learn of grief and Tucker from us, so they talk, and ask, and try to relate. “This is very, very, sad.” Was a profound statement from a Middle, as I witnessed him wrestle in his heart the emotion and reality. I was conscious to keep environment healthy for the children to process and grieve.
Many sweet and thoughtful messages of love and remembrance filled my phone and FB. Thank-you, each was received, read, pondered, and appreciated. I was surviving the day, purposefully not engaging grief or replying.
I haven’t been a fan of the cemetery, and rarely found it helpful to visit. My son wasn’t there. Irv however, spent many hours caring for Tuck’s space and visiting. Last February 8th we were out of town, and I really longed to be able to take the family to Tuck’s gravesite. The day felt dark, dreary and I experienced an early miscarriage so was secluded to bed, far from home. That day, a sweet text delivered a hug, a heart purposefully grief-stomped in the snowy tundra, around his gravestone. Significant photo as I was wrestling with feeling loved, God’s love, and grief.
As this year’s date approached, 10 years, I marked the calendar for 4:00, “pick up Dad at work and go to Oakwood.” With 9 balloons in hand, we loaded the Salisbus and made the journey across town. Balloons have been part of our grief journey. Tucker’s funeral service wasn’t complete without many. We’ve released them multiple times on his memorial dates. As the cashier inflated my yellow smiley balloons yesterday, he repeatedly commented, “I can’t fill these without smiling and laughing.” I drove home thinking about the joy of heaven and Tucker.
The visit was short and sweet. The children measured themselves against Tucker’s life-size photo commenting on his stature for just 2 years – 9 months, so tall. Questions began. We remembered and discussed the many words and photos etched into his memorial stone. His blue pacifier, thomas train, green Build-A-Bear Frog in attempts to potty train, Pooh Bear, Taggie, and his few words: “Super-Batman, eggs & sausage, B-I-B-L-E, M-mmmmm Mom, Twinkle-Twinkle, Jesus, broccoli-celery, you back!, you okay?” His favorite song, Jesus Loves Me, and comforting scriptures of the hope of Heaven, God’s faithfulness, and how He knows each of our every days from first breath to death.
10 years. Life continues. I survived the day, celebrated, engaged with children about death and grief, remembered, and kept busy.
Today, February 9th – I awoke with overwhelming grief. I know better. I know that if I attempt to survive, but don’t stop and make time to grieve, process with Jesus, it will determine its own. Grief determined today.
It took all I had to get out of bed. Children’s backpacks ready, filled with Valentines to distribute to friends at CC Co-op party. Individual presentations ready, completed and packed. Lunch boxes awaiting just ice packs in the fridge. Clothes laid out and ready for warm bodies. I awoke everyone, already later than needed, and I jumped in the shower. Anger, frustration, tears, and overwhelming emotions I could not tame. From shower to arrival to CC, I interacted with seven loved ones not well: teenagers texting to bring them forgotten items, children fighting, children crying, children teasing, children not getting ready, laundry still in washers from yesterday despite verbal and written requests to be taken care of, bad grades on essays, too many words, children fighting over van seats, child crying over forgotten lunch box in van – it was a normal morning. But I was ugly and unable to function. I cried, yelled, was angry, inpatient, disciplined, and all was just wrong. I needed alone time. I know better. If I don’t find my Jesus time to process grief, life and emotions – grief and sin will win.
Arrival at CC campus had me unable to enter public. Ugly. Grief attack. They used to happen often, but now they are few and far between. A friend escorted the children into building, while I found this far away parking space that I’ve been tucked into the past 2 hours. Grief is here. God is here. I am grateful, but still too ugly. Tears and boogers won’t stop.
Thank you for prayers, support, patience, understanding, resources, remembering, loving, caring, and journeying with me. I miss Tucker, I miss him much. But mostly, I remember joyfully and I am grateful for the gift of Tucker, the blessing of the Tucker chapters in my life story and all that God has done through Tuck.
We speak of Tucker whenever the topic or memory surfaces; with love, joy, and honesty.
10 years. Ten is a big number, a decade. In the moments it doesn’t seem possible to have been so long ago that he was our normal, but at the same time it is forever ago I loved on him. The past decade has been a journey of grief, hope, joy, and experiencing the faithfulness of God.
We have a new normal. Our family was a family of five 10 years ago, and now we are soon to be a family of eleven.
The first days of grief I asked God for a rhema, a specific Word from the scriptures, to anchor my aching heart. Psalm 40:1-4 it was, and while I didn’t understand it all at that time, these words are profound and true to my journey.
“I waited patiently for the Lord;
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord
and put their trust in him.”
I’ve been reminded lately of all the lives changed and touched by Tucker’s life, and what God had done through his short time on earth, “Many will see and fear the Lord, and put their trust in him.” It’s humbling. I believe there are many I will never know this side of Heaven. It’s a privilege to be his Mmmmm-Mom.
I could provide long lists of the my battles and struggles this decade has journeyed. As well as longer lists of blessings, gratefulness and gifts. But that’s all of our lives, isn’t it?
I am glad to have the Truth to cling to, the Savior Jesus to free me to survive in this sin filled world and truly live.
I made it home from CC co-op now, and was greeted by my independent, adolescent man, asking about the morning. My tears came again. He approached with out stretched arms, and hugged me long. Not a typical gesture for his young man. I cried and discussed grief, I asked for forgiveness for this mornings words and anger, and I was forgiven. He found me a tissue, stating, “Yesterday was a really hard day for me too, Mom. I cried a lot. The cemetery was tough.” It felt good to hear his words, to know he remembers, cares, is tender, and grieves too. May he be a better Man for loving, grieving, and comforting.
The years and decades will pass.
I will love and live each day that God gives me, to their fullest.
My Move-To-Heaven day could be now, or 4-5 more decades.
Regardless, some days will be ugly, some cloudy, some pretty and many sunny.
I pray I seek Jesus more, grow in humility, say sorry when needed, love my husband better, mother these children with supernatural power, show kindness and Jesus to those in my sphere of influence, forgive, and may I live and celebrate life loud.
Soon, and very soon, I am going to see the Lord … And my Sweet Tucker.
? “He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 (NLT)
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Friday morning Irv mentioned that maybe we should go to Charleston for the weekend. I spent the remainder of the morning googling what to do in Charleston with kids, came up with a plan, made phone calls, and found a hotel. We were all packed up and departed 5 PM.
We stopped at Chick-fil-A on the way of our 2 Hour Dr. We were ecstatic to discover that Ving could eat a meal at Chick-fil-A! This was the first meal he has ever ate in entirety at a fast food restaurant. He was psyched. We will be going there many more times now for the remainder of our winter escape.
All nine of us snuggled into a small suite, with two double beds and a pullout. Some people preferred the chair. We stayed in the historic district of downtown Charleston, so that was fun to be able to go to the market, carriage rides, and walk around.
Saturday morning we ate our frosted flakes and goodies we had brought along, and headed out for our carriage ride tour. we had a private tour an hour narration which was awesome.
We toured the market briefly, and then headed out to the Magnolia plantation for the remainder of the day.
It was Valentine’s Day, and I think we were the only people there with children walking through the gardens romantically. They had 10 stops of chocolates for the romantic walk, and all nine of us enjoyed that! I love the beautiful white bridge, and the hundreds years old oak trees with the hanging Spanish moss.
We went on two tours while there, and explored the slave Area homes, and took a tram through the Audoban swamp and observed alligators.
We were all exhausted at the end of the day. All the children went to the petting zoo while Irv and I finalized the tour of the plantation home. It was our Valentines date. We headed back to the hotel, all crashed and rested, and ordered pizza. Irv did take some out on a late night stroll for ice cream in the city.
It’s Friday night, and we’re on our way to Charleston for a weekend field trip, A 2 Hour Drive and a two night stay.
Just one week ago, we were arriving at Fripp Island this same time of evening. The kids had a blast discovering the house. We held a family meeting to determine which room people voted for. Little kids love the bunked bedroom. Big boys were delighted to get their own room for the month.
The first week went by fast. We discovered and explored the island. Love the activity center where there are creatures to interact with including an alligator, bearded dragon, turtles, tortoise, and many snakes.
We have a golf cart to ride around the island, so that’s made fun exploring.
We’ve also gone on some bike rides, and that’s been great exercise. There are two playgrounds on the island. One of them has signs to be aware of alligators, very close to the playground, which made us all laugh a lot.
Palm trees growing out of the center of the playground landing. Isaiah climbing a palm tree was a first! Hunter, he’s always fun! We climbed trees in the front lawn and jumped rope.
It’s nice not to have a plan or places to be. Praying for our family’s love to grow, to fall more in love with my husband, and make many family memories.
Daddy initiated group hugs for Hunter, to lift his spirits. Playdo on the counter with toddlers and teenagers. “Everybody should rub Playdo balls on thier face, just don’t eat it!” States Baby Zion.